[PQ] veins are paved with hope

i found cynicism, i found criticism
i've been zero to hero & i have been the villain

Shifting back into his own body as quickly as possible, the Alchemist reaches out a hand, casting his magic outwards. The gesture isn't necessary, but it is intuitive. As he does so his telekinesis catches the shingles and brings them back up, as the Governor gives an exasperated huff of annoyance at just how poorly this is all going. "How is it we're so bad at this?" He wonders looking over his shoulder towards Sunjata, who is still swearing under his breath at his thumb. Given all the buildings and things they've all now assembled together, this is rather pitiful.

Using magic now to hold everything steady rather than simply relying on it all balancing, the Alchemist goes back to carefully aligning and placing shingles for the Flood to nail down.